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Felix arrived perhaps slightly less-than-promptly at Alcuin's flat for their scheduled date to have dinner and peruse Alcuin's library. He had told Shannon simply that he was going out that evening, and had suggested one of Shannon's other friends -- with whom Felix did not get along well -- phone him for amusement that same night. That left Felix quite free to enjoy this time alone with his sweet friend.

He dressed very casually, but even his denim jeans were washed in a dark sand color and imprinted with faint swirling designs, and his shirt with the sleeves rolled up was beautifully patterned in emerald and rust. Felix simply did not do casual very well.

Ready with a smile when Alcuin answered his knock, Felix proffered a bottle of wine he'd procured on the recommendation of a sommelier who supplied Cabal soirees. "Good evening, darling. I know I'm late; you'll forgive me, won't you?"

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Alcuin felt Felix's fingers bruising against his skin, but he didn't mind being held down like that; it grounded him.

Another quiet whimper, almost keening, and then, "I want you to fuck me, Felix. Please." The last word, both plea and gasp.

"Alcuin..." Felix gasped his name desperately, shuddering against his back. Only a short, rough breath served as warning before Felix was moving, drawing back and driving deep, hard, grinding his hipbones into the sweet softness of Alcuin's ass with every punishing thrust.

With one arm he held Alcuin firm, clasped tight against him. The other hand curled between Alcuin's legs, groping him possessively, wanting to know just how hard this made him.

Oh so very hard, and his cock leapt in Felix's hand as soon as he was touched.

Alcuin couldn't stop himself from bucking underneath Felix despite the hard grip the other man had on him. And he liked it - the strength Felix had to use to hold him down, so he kept it up.

And he was groaning and whimpering and moaning. Not silent, no.

Felix held nothing back, complete in his possession of Alcuin's lovely, willing body. He loved the feeling of Alcuin begging him for more with every pounding thrust of his hips, surrendering his own self-control as completely as Alcuin did. His hand wrapped around the other man's cock with a satisfied growl, and the relentless rhythm of their bodies together thrust that sweet heat into Felix's curled palm and fingers.

Hungrily, Felix bit and licked and sucked at the soft skin of Alcuin's throat and shoulder, his panting breaths becoming faint growls. "I'm going to fuck you until you come for me," he whispered, a warning and a promise.

Alcuin tilted his head to give Felix's better access, even as he curled his fingers so hard into the sheets that he felt the bottom sheet loose from the mattress.

"It... won't be very long," he gasped in response. "Unless you don't want me to..." He could hold back. He was good at doing as he was told.

"I want you to," Felix purred in his ear, twisting his grasp around Alcuin's hot erection as he drove into him. "I want you to climax in my arms... all mine, just for me, while I'm deep inside you..."

As much as he enjoyed the pleasure of the position, Alcuin wished that he could see Felix right now. As it was, he closed his eyes and just let himself feel. Deep inside him, yes, he could feel that...

With the permission, he saw no need to hold back. The way that Felix was touching him, it was all just too much. A few short, halting breaths from Alcuin, almost as if he couldn't catch his breath, and then he was crying out, a sound that seemed part pleasure and pain as his body shuddered and he spilled hot over Felix's fingers.

Perfect. Felix held him close, almost tender, but possessive, claiming each shiver and spasm for his very own. He has brought Alcuin to this pleasure, shattering so beautifully in his arms for nothing more than the touch of his hand and the heat of his cock.

Felix bent him forward and grabbed Alcuin's hips in both hands, hard enough to leave an imprint of his fingers in the other man's white skin. Alcuin's pleasure was too beautiful, and Felix had lost all control in a wave of lust for him. He took that perfect ass mercilessly until his climax claimed him, a seemingly endless searing pleasure that tore a growling cry from his throat.

... perfect, yes.

Alcuin's body surrendered entirely as Felix took him, and even past his orgasm he loved the way it made him feel. When he finally felt Felix come, when he heard that cry, he groaned and pushed back hard against him. And when it was over, he let his body sag, falling into Felix's hold.

Spent, Felix might have tumbled down to the bed himself, had he not such a precious burden in his arms. Panting, he sank back on his heels and drew Alcuin with him, gathering him for a lingering embrace despite his own sticky skin and the rush of passion leaving them both sweat-slick and flushed. Now-sweet kisses trailed along the marks and bites he had left moments before.

He knew he had to pull out, but for this moment while his heart hammered and his breath steadied, he wanted just to hold Alcuin instead.

Alcuin felt like a melty puddle in Felix's embrace, and after a moment their breathing steadied and seemed to come into sync.

"Felix..." he finally sighed, sounding content. He felt a little sore, but that was good somehow, the perfect afterglow.

"Here, darling," Felix promised, kissing his throat one last time before he knew he had to move. He supported Alcuin with one cradling arm as he took himself in hand and withdrew, then guided Alcuin to the comfort of the bed, on his side. On his back, Felix knew, could be painful, but on his stomach was far too messy.

Felix disappeared to the lav for a few moments to deal with the rubber, and returned with a cloth damp with hot water and a small smile.

Alcuin smiled back at him.

"That was brilliant," he said softly. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

Felix took care to clean Alcuin's skin thoroughly, stomach, groin, and backside. "I... don't believe enjoy is a strong enough word," he breathed, faintly amused and muted by his own spent energy. When he had finished, he sank down into the bed facing Alcuin, and bent close to kiss him once more. The words he could summon were all completely inadequate, but his tongue had other, more tender, means of communication.

Alcuin accepted the kiss gratefully, and kissed him back, feeling what he thought Felix could not put into words.

He slipped his fingers into Felix's beautiful hair, and then dragged his fingertips down the back of his neck. He didn't want to lose contact with his skin.

Relaxed in soft sheets with Alcuin in his arms, Felix nearly forgot to be nervous about where those gentle fingers were wandering. He was wrapped up in the sweetness of Alcuin's kisses, the warmth of his skin under his hands.

The scars began exactly where the back of his neck met his shoulders, precisely the spot where it was safe to lay a whip without risking it wrapping around his throat.

Alcuin had not forgotten the scars on Felix's back, though the first brush against one with his fingertips was enough to bring a wave of sadness and anger back to him.

He knew that they made Felix uncomfortable, so he did not let his touch wander lower.

"You're so beautiful," he sighed, slipping his fingers back into Felix's hair. "And strong..." He chuckled a little. "I know I promised to try to stay still, but I think you were having to hold me down a bit at the end there."

"Mmm," Felix breathed a faint laugh, all too ready to ignore the deliberate shift of Alcuin's fingers if he would. "You were beautifully obedient. If I hadn't had to hold you, it wouldn't have been much fun."

A stroking hand over Alcuin's bottom traced the marks his hands had left, soothing. Felix bent his head and whispered, "But if you're concerned, I could tie you for round two."

Round two. Alcuin shivered.

"It wouldn't ruin the fun for you?" he murmured.

"You might still struggle," Felix promised, his fingertips tracing the shape of Alcuin's bare body in his arms, "if you like. Binding you allows me to focus on pleasuring you, no matter how much I might enjoy controlling you with my hands alone."

Alcuin's breath caught a little. "Well when you put it like that I can... hardly refuse you, can I?"

Felix caught Alcuin's chin and tipped his face up just slightly, to look into his eyes. "You may always refuse me, and I will always respect it. But I will always do my very best to want to say Yes."

"I want to say yes," Alcuin assured him breathlessly, eyes still bright with desire.

Edited 2015-10-13 02:23 (UTC)

Felix savored that moment, drinking in the breathless edge of Alcuin's desire. He stroked Alcuin's cheek, and then rose up over him, turning Alcuin gently onto his back and claiming his mouth in kisses once more. Now he could take his time, tempt and tease and pleasure, for as long as the both of them could bear it. Now he could be as gentle and slow as he had been hard and rough before.

Alcuin gasped a deep breath and then kissed Felix back, sliding hands back into his hair again and making a soft, happy sound into his mouth.

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